[1] The Encounter 12-30-2010
"It was her hair that struck me in silence at first; her deep black and long hair swaying with the rhythm of the wind. I can gaze at her so eagerly. Before I could take the first step towards her I realized that I could not muster the strength within me. That- left my heart rest with much uneasiness. It was like moving my feet would actually stop the world from turning. That momentary feeling, that very second, I am lost to a place beyond imagination. I hoped it would last forever, and before I knew, forever was in front of me."
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“REACHING YOU�
Like what I believed, flowers bloom at the right time, with proper disposition of its needs it will prosper and blossom. The same with these emotions, I cannot really call this love or any romantic attraction for someone, but it may be a sort of special yearning. I don't know. Perhaps she was too intimate who almost blanked out my thoughts, and left me wanting to gaze at her for hours... to gaze at her, nobody else but her. It was during the eve of Christmas, a white Christmas. The fair white snow fell from the heavens, almost covering the empty land with chilling yet soothing atmosphere. I was walking along the street from a very problematic school, thinking over about the thing that I should have done. Though it was a usual matter I kept troubling myself, I cannot just stop thinking about it, about what I have become. From this moment on, I am quite used to it, so it does not bother me anymore. I surely pray it'll never ever bother me anymore. While walking home and before I turn myself into a sudden weakness. I realized myself staring at an angel. My heart even managed to skip not only a single beat. I was mesmerized that I could not turn my head away from her. She was across the street waiting for the green light. I was also doing the same thing. With pure black hair dancing with the wind as if it was part of it. The movement of her cute little eyes made a smile on my face. The way she carries herself is just too much and too attractive for me to bear. But her smile, I know it is honest and pure. Several seconds passed and the light turned green. There was a tension in my heart, a tension which held me back from making my first step. Unfortunately, it's getting stronger and
stronger. I thought, I might be ensnared with this sudden encounter or perhaps I am afraid to cross paths with her. Time went by but I am still standing at the same point, as if time stopped. For some reason, I doubted myself if I'm still breathing. But in the end I launched my first step, the next, and there it goes. I started walking. I was dreamy, always thinking if I could ever face and make a smile to her. How would she possibly react? Would she smile back at me? The thought itself was utterly embarrassing. Nevertheless, I managed to walk forward. I believed I am not obliged to smile or face her to begin with. We are complete strangers. So why would I? In contrary, I cannot let this chance slip away, perhaps what I felt was rather special that I wanted to smile at her. The reasons for this "special feeling", I haven't found yet. "Time, all people believe that time is irreversible and endless. There is no way you can stop time. Yet from this very moment, I found myself locked within my own dimension where time had already died." Time became stationary the second we advanced toward each other, it was only few feet apart 'til we cross paths. The unusual tension I felt earlier came again and completely devoured my whole ability to make a step forward. Having known this- I hated myself. So, I decided to clear out my mind as if nothing happened. There was nothing I saw, nothing. I cannot deny the fact that she was still there. I closed my eyes and continued to walk forward. I only imagined inside my head how far we are right now and how close we will be in the next minute. Less than a minute, I guess. I made two successive steps with my hands squeezing the straps of my empty light bag. My head gazing the low clouds. I was whistling, whistling inside my head. Yes, I always do this and it became a weird habit. A foot next to the other. It's close. Another crucial step, now I locked each of my hand inside my pockets. After another step, I almost swallowed my breath... deep enough rendering me speechless. I realized from that moment, this may be the first and probably the last time I get to see her face. She was cute and pretty. I began imagining things. I cannot just end this day without a single smile from her. Later on, I started murmuring, hesitantly, "Just this once, after this it will be over." I made the deepest breath in my entire life. Sounds funny. Lowered my head a little, took my hands from my pockets. Still with fingertips playing
wildly. I finally mustered my remaining courage. Opened my eyes and glanced at her. Before I landed my foot to the ground, before I made a quite happy expression, she was there beside me. One step away. Fate, right from the beginning, guided me. In a blink of an eye she was there. With her divine manners, she courteously released an elegant smile upon me which made a blush on my face. That caught me off guard. I know it is always selfish to think that the smile I saw from her was only intended for me. Selfish I may be, I wished I was the only one to witness such great and exquisite beauty. Being so eager, I smiled back and even raised my hand to wave her. And I only embarrased myself further. Before I knew, we already crossed paths and I was actually waving at somebody else. I did. After that, I suddenly felt a rubbing sensation inside my chest. I do not even know why, I'm not actually sure. I felt a further quench of this irresistible yearning within me. I tried to turn my back and take a look at her for the very last moment but my senses weren't responding to my impulses at all. I was thinking how long the day had been. I got so many problems piling up. Perhaps, I should've headed home quickly. They usually say a troubled mind should take a long rest. For me, that's ultimately impossible. Unbelievably, it is Christmas yet things aren't likely the same. When I think about what happened earlier, things will never be the same. Something different happened. And hundredths of thoughts came inside my head. I continued to cross the street crowded with distinct and different faces, when I reached the end of my long walk. All I remember is her. I surely hope she did notice me too. I was happy and satisfied at the same time. Though it left my heart with such yearning, that momentary feeling, I always thought would last forever. Right now I know one thing for sure, I left my heart somewhere else. And I will find it, and take it back again.
[2] The First Heroine Just after the light turned green, she crossed the street carrying a cute little shoulder bag around her arms. Her manners, composed and quiet. The first thing you’d notice about her is her astounding black eyes, deep and solid that portrays her firm yet sweet characteristic. Her charm provided average teenage boys limitless imaginations. “I hope the train arrives early.” I’m chilling. She may have a weak and vulnerable body, but her mind surpasses any other normal individual. She conceals her weakness by not letting it get into her. Sometimes she talks to herself, and seldom converse with other people. Every person she comes across, she sends them a wave of warm smile. ... Friday, 24th of December 4:51 p.m. “I arrived at the train station. It’s almost a year since I came here with Mom and Dad.” I surely wish they’re doing fine right now. “I came across with an old lady, she seemed sick. I hope she’ll do just fine this Christmas --“ “Also, I saw a boy. I think we are on the same age. He’s quite cute, and funny.” Yes, funny :) 4:58 p.m. “The train arrived exactly as I expected.”
“Mom, you were right. This place never did change at all: the train, the conductors and mostly the atmosphere, not a single speck of change.” Yet I feel better. “Dad, I am coming home at last! I will visit you and Mom soon. Transferring schools isn’t much of a hassle like you always think.” ... A minute later, the train echoed a deep boisterous roar. It started moving and embarked another journey once again. 5:07 p.m. “I should take a rest here for sure.” Yes, a rest, a nap. She leaned both of her arms slowly above her seat. Then, rested her head gently, closed her eyes. She whispered silently to herself, “This will be a long one…” [3] Fate "One year more and my high school life are over. I have to make some memories, probably will not." He talked to himself as if he wasn't aware of the burning heat of the sun, scorching over the defenseless environment around him. As he strode slowly into the scenery of a busy crowd, he felt tired by the thought of going to school again.
... The moment the train reached a full stop, she stood up, snapped in her notes and placed it inside her bag. Her cheerful manner of walking even drew more attention from the busy crowd. After a minute or two, she tightened her bag around her shoulder, swept her long hair at the back of her ears and loosened her breath. Those people around her might have thought how maidenly she was for a normal high school girl. Few second later, she climbed up the short rusty ladder of the robust train. Her sweet fragrance left an enchanting scent amongst the by-passers. “Oh my…” With a trifling smile on her face. “Perhaps I should’ve taken the bus.” For no reason at all? ... 5:02 p.m.
"Everything will be fine." I really hope so. As he sighed, his face began crumbling. He desperately want to end school. Although he always have satisfactory grades enough to get chosen by any university, he wouldn't care much. He's the boring type of person. While walking slowly along a small yet fascinating park, he was humming another cheerful but distracting melody. He came across the slides and swings he used to play with his friends. He also saw an old couple walking joyfully under huge column of trees, careless of the world around them. A feeling of loneliness intruded his mind, and his heart. "I will meet her someday. Maybe not now, not this year, but I definitely will." He felt a sudden yelp of relief as he mouthed the words. He was confident. Not for long, he continued his walk and felt a little nostalgic after reminiscing his childhood years. At the same time, with no particular reason, the sight of a stray blue tulip catches his attention. He walked voluntarily
across the road to just pick the flower beside the long horizontal flower compartments. Out of randomness and after he picked up the flower, he uttered words cheerily, "Come with me, I will bring you to my school." We are not alone anymore, but I think not for long. He carried the flower carefully into his left hand along with his light school bag swaying sideways on the other. The sight of college girls in short skirts fascinated and infatuated his innocent thoughts as he waited for the traffic signals. The same time he was enjoying the spectacle, another thought came and invaded his head. I think I'm forgetting something. Something... What it was, never did he remembered and he ceased himself from remembering it any longer By the second he crossed the street, a cheerful and pretty voice rang his ears. "Riko! Riko!!" The girl shouted, femininely. He always knew who it was, he always did. Her voice, her childhood friend, and his best friend. Her name is May. Ever since Riko's parents left and worked offshore, May had been there always beside him. Although Riko only see her as a friend, nothing more, she still supported Riko morally all the way. They sometimes shop together, eat snacks and chit-chat together, he has done almost everything with May more than any other person. "Are you alone?" She said care-freely the moment she drawn herself near Riko. "Of course, I am. You don't need to ask." With a slight trace of annoyance. "Mean as always. I was expecting for a more considerate reply." It's alright anyway. She kept a steady smile as she grabbed Riko's arm, and crossed hers with his. "I haven't seen you for ages." Her face turned to sadness. He held her arms lightly, only to suggest for her to let go. "We haven't seen each other for only a month. Besides, we call each other once in a while, right?" He assured May that there is nothing to worry about. She nodded, "That's true." Not the point. After a minute of chatting, they continued to walk to school. With a distance not of lovers. "Riko, we will be in the same class again. Like always." Like always. She faced Riko with a gentle face. "Don't you think it's fate?" As if she was joking intentionally, she was waiting an answer.
He raised his left hand, pointed above the blinding sphere of light with his finger and grasped his hand tightly. "I don't know what fate is. If you know, please tell me now." He answered with a serious tone, unexpected to May. "I can't put it into words. Time will tell you. I suppose." She replied with uncertainty. "Maybe you're right. Let's get going." He said. Later, they reached school. St. Louise Academy, an average high school academy populated with almost equal number of male and female students. The school is most likely renowned for its independent student council operating most of the school functions. The academy is also one of the prestigious academies with complete equipment and facilities. The academy is divided with two areas, the west and east wing, specifically the boy and girl dormitories. So to speak, the academy stands in between these two separate dorms to function as a wall separating them. And a moment later, they entered the academy, both swarmed through the crowd, to the information board. "Have you seen it?" He asked May reluctantly. "No, not yet." She replied as she studied the roll of students. "Please hurry, May." He answered. "There, I'm in class 4-B. And you're in class ---" May attempted to confuse Riko. "Class?" He looked at May and answered in a sudden displeased voice. "You are in class 4-B, Riko. We're in the same class like always. Do you believe in fate now?" A mark of satisfaction grew in her face together with a discreet smile. "Like I said, I do not know what fate is. Let's hurry to our homeroom. The opening ceremony will start soon." He was also satisfied. He wouldn't know what'll happen to him if ever May was in a different class. Not because he wants to depend on her at times but rather he always feel secure whenever May is near. They hurried back to their homeroom. May went in first, later, Riko. "Alright, this is Class 4-B and starting this very day, I will be your homeroom teacher. My name is Faye Laurent. Please remember that." Her real name is Clara Faye Laurent, her father was an intelligent university professor and her mother was a famous Spanish dressmaker and designer. Her
parents both died in a car accident when she was sixteen and lived life all by herself. She accepted her parents' death and used her savings to support her studies. She possessed an arresting deep brown eyes and a tanned skin, also, a smooth and delicate chest and legs. That of her parents'. ... What a horrible class, she thought. The moment of clamor surrounding the whole class began to disengage. Silence covered the entire rowdy class. She entered the class, slowly with cute little steps. She stood there in silence as she smiled in front the unfamiliar faces of her new classmates, except for one. Ms. Laurent was quite amused by the fact the she almost stripped the entire class their ability to speak. "I forgot to mention, a new transfer student will be spending her time with us. The good news is, she's obviously a girl. Please do take care of her." The silence even grew deeper the very second she introduced herself. "Good morning everyone. My name is Andrea Cortez. Since we will be spending a whole year together, i will leave myself to your care." When she finished her introduction, the whole class, mostly boys, swarmed near her asking random questions:
around this familiar classmate sitting awkwardly. She tangled her face with tenderness and curiosity. "Hello, we will be seat mates for this whole year. I hope we do get along with each other." She tried to start a conversation with him but he just sat there steady and still. Since he hadn't uttered a single word, Andrea find this as a challenge. She turned her whole body facing him and said, "My name is Andrea, please talk to me." I don't really know if you wanted to talk. Sitting there in utter confusion, he started moving, he faced Andrea with a mark of shyness. He squeezed his pocket looking for something, he found it. Then later he replied with a remarkable sign of friendship. "Do you like flowers?" What am I thinking?! Andrea, in confusion, did not even understand what he's talking about. She just laughed there carelessly, that the whole class turned all their attention to her. "Yes, I like them so much!" She's beautiful. With a smile, she's even more bewildering. "Perhaps, fate." Riko whispered to himself.
"Hello, Andrea!"... "How old are you?"... "Can I have your mobile number?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" The questions were endless. Meanwhile, Riko just sat there, struck in greater surprise. He stared at the new transfer student for so long, thinking if she's the same girl he saw few months earlier. His thoughts kept circling around his head with nowhere to go. At the same time, May stared at Riko in slight distraught. "Settle down!" Ms. Laurent knocked her table forcefully and the students returned to their seats instinctively. "Ms. Andrea, feel free to seat wherever you like." She offered Andrea with such thoughtfulness. "Thank you." She answered yet with another charming smile on her face. She walked along the column of desks and looked for an empty seat. She strode a little longer until she reached an empty desk beside the window. She pulled the chair, fixed her uniform, and sat in discretion. The boy sitting beside her, was there, motionless. Out of curiosity, she turned her face
[4] Andrea’s Memo Book It was a cold evening. The rain poured heavily and troubled the restless crowd in the street. She was rushing towards the coffee shop to wait for the rain to settle down. Her clothes weren’t really soaked wet, unlike any other students running hastily under the lively rain. She removed a cute little pin attached to her hair, and then placed it inside her school bag. The dampness of her hair attracted several customers of the coffee shop. Some of them thought her wet-look made her sexier, some thought she was real beauty and a natural one. As she stared the crowd outside the shop, she felt lacking. She grabbed a thick notebook out of her bag, together with a writing pen. She smiled, asked for a glass of water and gazed at her notes for a long time. Later, she started writing, with a happy mood.
Friday, 8th of June 6:08 p.m. “I walked slowly along the surface of my empty story book.” “The story hasn’t started yet, not until he appeared in front of me…” “…now the story has begun, ready to be drawn with the kaleidoscope of my heart.” ... “Back then, I remembered, he was totally freezing when I was sitting next to him. His eyes were completely reflecting the movement of his heart. I don’t know why. My heart kept thumping; it was beating really fast like never before. I don’t want to show this side of me. I will keep this inside. As long as I can…” "I tried to relax myself, took a deep breath, and cleared my mind. The sluggish movement of the clouds, the idle image of a cherry tree, and the aimless journey of birds above the sky, pleased me. Unluckily, as I struggled to conquer my weakness, the wind suddenly wrapped itself around me, and heightened my consciousness even more. I felt bizarre; I knocked myself out of this strange and overwhelming vulnerability. Talking to someone so intimate was never easy. It was like a “bittersweet” affection, you always want to talk to him but the second you start talking, your conscious heart saps your inner strength. Nevertheless, since I lived my whole life the same way as it is right now, come what come may. Whatever will happen, will happen.” “Yet for a moment, his smile gave me warmth even from a distance .I felt like I was held closer to him, so close that I could barely mouth a single word. I felt so happy and so weak at the same time. So happy that I reluctantly discovered how pretty he was, so weak that I cannot continue to face him. Is this the feeling of liking someone? I don’t know since this is the first time I felt such intimacy. Now I realized, I can’t see a brighter day than him smiling at me. In this very night, I started wishing, that my feelings will reach him someday. ”
Just after she finished writing, she placed her pen aside and grabbed the glass of water. She said to herself humorously, “I hope I’m not drinking rainwater.” And convinced herself it was just another boring statement she made. [5] The Second Heroine Fifteen minutes before eight o'clock in the morning, students were hastily walking; some were running to attend their homerooms. The entrance gate was more like a market engrossed with youthful hustle. Even so, the sight was astonishing and naturally beautiful. Walking, running, chatting, dozing; you would feel delighted just to see their naive yet joyous expressions. He had a morning hair, like the ordinary. His tie was slightly loosened beneath his neck, so as the buttons of his shirt. Several of his classmates find it cool, some don't. Although most of his classmates sees him as a relaxed one, they tend to like him a lot, mostly, girls. Yes, he is kind, he is boring, and girls like him, that's all about it. While he was walking through the hallway to his class, he heard whispers along the palce. They were random, so he never even bothered listening. Also, he saw two pretty female students having a conversation while his on his way. Not bad, they're both pretty! He imagining things and daydreaming.
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... "Do you know him?" A girl with a light voice, dignified posture, and ambrosial eyes asked her friend walking along her. Her hair was quite short, about the level of her shoulder, pure black. "Who?" Her friend asked her back. She turned back and pointed out a particular student after they crossed paths with him. "That one who looks like an airhead." She suddenly cracked an unexpected smirk. "He is a senior." She replied. "Oh, a senior. I thought so."
"Don't tell me you like guys like him?!" With a huge grin drawn in her face. "I didn't say something like that. I'm just asking because ---" I want to know him. A sight of dissatisfaction appeared on her face. "Because?" "I just felt so." He's pretty cute. "That's not a good answer, Sarah. If you like him, then you should have said so. I mean, there's no harm admitting it." "I told you already! It's not what you think it is. Anyway, do you know who he is?" She insisted once again and asked her if she know who's that student. "Let me think. Uhm, what I know is, his name is Riko. He has a friend who is always clinging around him." "A friend? So it's a girl, right?" Probably. "Yeah, and she's quite pretty." She answered. Pretty, huh. "Are they going out?" Sarah's curiosity even grew stronger as the conversation continued. "I think not, they're just friends. ANYWAYS-why do you keep asking about him? So you do like him, don't you?" Her friend was even more curious. "Yes, I do like him." Like you said, there's no harm admitting it. "Oh, I never knew you would like someone. What do you 'like' 'bout him?" "Let's continue this conversation later, Cecile." I hope you can tell me more about him. "Okay okay. Let's head back to our class, we're almost starting." "Right." Riko, hmm.. And from that moment, she felt a feeling she never felt before. ... And so, the second day of school started. The same scenery, the same voices rumbling all over the surface of the walls and ceilings. Albeit all these, Prof. Laurent came to understand how lively her students were, and she loved it. Unlike Class 4-A, she was blessed with incomparable students whom she always wanted to educate. She felt fire in her soul.
[6] Another Lonely Heroine Dianne was straying near the back alley of her house, a narrow back street. Her body swinging sideways with her arms leaned straight downwards. She was walking aimlessly; she was looking at the houses and the children running all around the street. How wild the environment was, the lonelier she became since she never had a natural conversation with anyone. The thought of an ideal conversation in her mind gave her a brief sigh of excitement. However, any of her actual conversation was a disaster; let alone her horror-like approach. She was more or like someone in horror movies, with a straight hair covering almost half of her face, deep black eyes and the like. She felt that perhaps her existence was a mistake to start with; since she was not the average social butterfly. People repeatedly say that you’ll be cursed once you touch her, or just face her eye-to-eye. Might be an overstatement, yet people couldn’t care less. All of these gossips and rumours gave her pain, but instead of locking herself she struggled just to make a single conversation with someone. The pain grew intensely each passing day. The moment of truth came, although not in the way she thought it would be like, still she was satisfied. While she was walking carelessly in the back alley, a strip of paper caught her deranged attention. Some of the words were scribbled randomly, others were readable, and it was actually a part of a usual low-priced writing book. She flipped the piece of paper and in her surprise; she was quite delighted to found a note written in it. "If you are lonely then send me a message, here is my number 09XXXXXXXXX. I'm a guy :)", it was apparently an obvious note that was written-out-of-boredom-andintense-world-weariness. Perhaps something like that. Notwithstanding the fact, she still kept the note, in her pocket. Then, she went to the nearest mobile loading station. To her home, to her room. Do you know the first time having a text mate? The very moment you send your first message, it obviously feels good, right? Well, most of the people say so. For her, it felt like she found her very
first conversation partner. Of course, she was happy. She rolled over and over again on top of her bed. What to send? What to send?! Obviously, she was not nervous. It took quite a while for her to think of an appropriate message as an introduction for this anonymous person. "Uhm... Hi? Hello? Good afternoon, I'm..." Nothing seems to fit. A moment later... "I am lonely, care to text? :)" phew. A sigh of relief. A minute after, she received a reply. "Who are you???" "You don’t know me?" "Well, of course, ur # isnt n my list." “You said to text you if ever I’m lonely :(" "Are you lonely?" "I would not text you if I'm not lonely." T_T "Uhm... mind if you tell me your name first?" "My name is Dianne." "So ur a girl?" “Of course, I am -.- and you are?" I can't even imagine a boy having a name of Dianne. "Call me Riko, nyc 2 meet u Dianne :)))" "Nice to meet you too, Riko." <3 "R u rly lonely, Dianne?" "Well, somehow I'm not lonely anymore. Thanks to you :D" "So y r u stil txtng me?" "That's because..." "B’coz?" "... I feel lonely when we're not sending messages." "Y not send msgs 2 u other frnds?" "They don't send back replies." "Y is that?" "dont know." "If ur not lonely, dn please don't text me." "Are you sure?! :(" "I am." "You're unbelievable >:(" "I kno that :D"
Later after that short exchange of messages. Another shorter exchange of messages :) "I am lonely, care to text? :)" "Yeah, sure. :D" "Did you miss me?" "Unfortunately, I did." "lol why? we just knew each other." "Because you'll be lonely again." "I'm not lonely right now." "Then, good bye." "This again? T_T" "Yes." "Please, wait a minute." "???" "Can I talk with your in personal?" "Of course." "Are you sure?" "Yes, why not." "I'm not sociable." "Are you somehow prolonging this conversation?" "No, seriously. I just need to let you know that I want to talk with you." "Tomorrow 3 o'clock pm at the Tree House Cake Shop." "Alright, I will be there." <3 "That's good :)" "Goodbye :(" "Bye." "Will you still miss me?" "I don’t know" The next day, Riko went in a gaming arcade together with his several friends. It was past 3 o'clock pm in the afternoon, they were still lively. For Dianne, she just started going to school. :)
[7] The First "Good Morning!" The disciplinary officers were patrolling again in front of the school gate, a usual sight. Aside from greeting students who enter the campus, they inspect them with great measures. The punishments are pretty bitter, of course. A short moment of confusion. "Hey! What are you doing?!" "Just shut up, okay? I'll be a dead meat if they see these stuffs inside my bag." "Like I care! Just leave me alone." "So you're talking back now, huh? G-g-givee me your bag right now or I'll beat you sown to pieces!" He lifted his large fist high enough, ready to land on his classmates delicate face. "W-wait! Okay, take my bag, but be sure not to touch any of my things inside." "You're a good friend, Kris." "So you are, Marc." Marc hurried towards the entrance gate the minute he finished switching school bags with Kris, his classmate. He's obviously a strong guy at his age. His fists are large, his eyes could pierce walls and his mouth is as loud as a gunshot. Although he acts allmighty-and-strong, most of the students simply ignore him. Knowing that they just ignore him, he acts wild and in rage all the time. "Good morning." A casual greeting from the disciplinary officer. "What's good with the morning?" You should kill yourself, that'll make the morning good. "You, of course." The reply sounded like a compliment, but it's the other way around. And the officer, just smiled at him. "Your bag, please." "Here." Marc opened his school bag, confident enough. He laughed at Kris waiting nervously behind him. Good luck, idiot! He was laughing, and laughing, until he reached his homeroom, he laughed. It was Kris' turn, he looked intensely nervous not knowing what kind of stuffs were inside
Marc's school bag. He was breaking large sweats; the officers looked at him with suspicion. "Your bag, please." This will be alright, come on... I'm sure there are no odd and bizarre stuffs inside this bag. Yeah, books, books and books, I can feel them, the shape of books. Alright! As he opened his school bag, he felt somewhat relieved. Just like the other students, he just smiled and the officer smiled back. "So, you're going to study pornography this day, right?" "What?!" Kris knew what's going on, though he can't fully understand it himself. He was certainly surprised. What the hell is going on...? "I highly suggest you come with me, you better need to learn the basics of education before you think about bringing adult stuffs inside the school." One of the disciplinary officers took Marc with him to the disciplinary and guidance room. Marc, trying to come up with an alibi thought that it would me much better to confess that the bag is not his. The books apparently are the proof to prove his innocence. But, on second thought, he couldn't even imagine what would happen to him after. This is much better than having me beaten and smashed to death. I'll find a way, his time will come. While on his way, Marc looked so down and depressed as if he felt humiliated to what has happened. His happy and carefree attitude withered. "Good morning, Marc!" His classmates greeted him with such happy faces, but with Marc's change of mood, somehow they felt odd and confused. "What's good with the morning?" With a weak voice. It's apparently a disastrous morning for me. "What's wrong? It's unlikely for you to ask questions like that." One of his male classmates, who happen to be his friend, sensed immediately that something is quite off with him. "Nothing is wrong, don't bother me." My parents are... coming here tomorrow. Unbelievable.
"If you say so." ... It was utterly hilarious how the students kept saying good morning over and over again. Even random students, greet each other. Perhaps, the scenario was common and natural for them, like any other schools and academies. Until recently, this “Good morning” greeting became the foot-hold foundation for Riko and Andrea's first intimate conversation. 10 minutes before the first session... Riko was there spacing out at the hallway of their classrooms. He was actually waiting for his best friend, May, to arrive. He gazed eagerly at the pretty students passing his way. Then, he gazed at a particular female student, she was pretty, Andrea's really pretty. Riko didn't even know it was Andrea, since he was partially thinking about something else. He spaced out a little longer and gazed at her. "Uhm... G-g-good morning, Riko." Why am I feeling awkward? This isn't the same as the first time I spoke with him. "......" She's really pretty. I wish I could kiss her. Without a word from Riko, now she's confused. "What should I say??? Am I ignored?" "You're so pretty. Can I hold you for a minute?" As sudden as it was, Riko spoke some pretty "honest" words in front of Andrea. Shocked and surprised, Andrea remained there, silent, trying to understand the situation. "Wait, what's going on here? He just said I'm pretty and asked if he can hold unto me. Hell, no. We just met and talked once, there's no way for him to immediately confess. Confess?! Him? Like I said, we just met, that's impossible. Okay, okay, I should get a hold of myself. The best thing to do is greet him again and say hello. Okay!" A minute later, the moment of truth.
Here it goes. With her natural tone and smile, he greeted Riko once again. "Good morning, R-r-r...". Yet, she realized she couldn’t bring herself to finish the words. As if, her mind was totally blanked out, she couldn’t move, her body still and steady. Her mouth melted with his, her hands held tight, their bodies close with each other. She tried resisting, yet the first is the best, she thought. What am I doing, I should resist. I should... After several seconds, she opened her eyes, she was kissing Riko. Riko kissed her. Her mind was empty, she couldn’t speak. After she collected her thoughts, an afterimage was formed in her head. That was definitely, m-m-my first k-kiss. Her mind still in confusion. She observed the crowd around her, students were storming the area. Most of them were totally shouting out loud, other students were laughing, and smiling. What happened definitely made a fuss that even students inside the rooms came out just to witness the remaining part of the commotion. Riko just stood there, later realized what he had done. The two faced each other, blushed out heavily along with the deafening noise of the crowd.